Momence High School - Monesse Yearbook (Momence, IL)

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24 The Monesse Senior Class Prophecy Having at the end of fifteen or so years of more or less hard labor attained a little leisure, I decided to take a trip around the world. The first leg of the journey was to Momence to see some of my old friends and classmates. The old town had grown now till it was much larger than the city of Kankakee, and I was told that the three K. City was an easy match for all our teams, now ably coached by Max Ward, who also taught science in the new high school. Alpha Styles was principal and had raised the scholarship of the institution a great deal. I found that Pearl Brassard had married a young farmer and lived a gay life among the cows and chickens, of which they now had a great many. Helen Ward and her husband, Francis Brown, were owners of Ward’s meat market. Mildred Eilers and Marian McKinstry had combined farm¬ ing interests and had made good. Warren Davis was proprietor of the Ford Garage and was as busy as he used to be during a football game with Watseka. Beulah Rasmussen had married a well known plumber and former athlete, Vivian Whiting ran the south side school. Josephine Wennerholm was living comfortably on the alimony from her divorced husband. Andrew Pedersen had violated the eighteenth and was now in despair of all the revenue officers. Dell Tinney had made a lot of money growing pickles and selling them to the Dixie Tourists. Rejoicing that all these had done so well in life, I took the air bus to Grant Park. There the first person I ran onto was Doc Carr, who was mayor of that town. Had a delightful talk with him in which he informed me that Ciarice Bartlett and Fred Bydalek had eloped and were living happily in Hollywood; that Lois Wallace and Harold Mussman had also joined in holy deadlock, and Elvira Lawrence had a school of music in Los Angeles, California. Had a few hours in Chicago to spare between trains, so sauntered down Michigan Avenue. Saw a familiar face ahead and sure enough it was Harry Park. He said he was selling Packard aeroplanes, and if he sold them as fast as he used to sell year books, he m u st have sold a great many. W e saw together “Pigfield Millies,” the latest hit from Broadway, and it was here that I began to realize how small the world was, for among the chorus girls were Ijunia Upham and Virginia Adams. I noticed that they always traded costumes between acts, though as far as I could see it was not necessary in the show. My next stop was in Detroit, Michigan. Going through the station a large poster caught my attention. The set countenance of my 2C0-pound classmate, Harold Price, gazed out from it upon the people, whom, according to the reading matter below the picture, he wished to represent in Congress. It was little trouble finding him and when I asked him about some of the other members of our class, he said that Donald Chipman was an aeroplane speed cop in New York City; Marie Prather was in the Salvation Army in Columbus, Chio; Dorothy Pet-

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The Monesse 23 Josephine Wennerholm “Jo” — M. C. H. S. 4 years; Glee Club 1); Operetta (1); Stunt Show (1-3); Gym Class (1-2); Staff (3). “You may trust in me. I am not at all changeable and I am not un¬ reasonable.” Vivian Whiting — M. C. H. S. 4 years; Gym Class (3); Stunt Show (3). Still water runs deep.” Jessie Wyatt—M. C. H. S. 4 years. “Silence is the true test of vir¬ tue.” George Sergeant — Grant Park 1 vear; M. C. H. S. 3 years; Ag. Club (2). “I hear a hollow sound; who rap¬ ped my skull?” fs ' 1 hi»Kol in t J V! ■ ■ 11 i Vi: ■ : J ■ ' ? IniifitlS ( v ( . if ' i 4 i A. v i Tm at Hutu ) sol i » 0 1 t i i f ! if] •i t ' s , ; J ' i , ft it titan i ! 111 i i jtfi Si S .ft i%!t| Shu i s i hs s sift i irtuim .. Please! Miss Melby, Please don’t send me to the office”—-Clifford Graves,

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The Monesse 25 ersen had nearly met death from laughing too much, but was now recovered and was in politics on the Suffrage ticket. Wishing Harold luck in his campaign, I embarked for New Yoik, where I looked up Donald Chipman. He and Florence Hayden had carried out their mat¬ rimonial intentions, and they and the seven little Chipmans were living happily out in Greenwich Village. They told me to be sure to see Earl Clawson when X vent through Paris; that Earl was consul to that city. I embarked for Europe on the air liner and arrived in Paris twenty-four hours later. I looked up Earl Clawson and he showed the sights of that city to me. We saw together the Follies Bergere and here we had a surprise, for in the chorus were three of my class, Ellen Burton, Hazel Kile and Leona Sharkey. Having; been in Europe the last five years, Earl had heard little about the class, ut said that George Sergeant had been in Paris a short while back, having in¬ herited a fortune, had gone to Monte Carlo and lost most of it, had decided that America was the place for him and gone back to the farm. Of the rest of the journey little needs to be said here except that in Rome I ran upon Hallie Kennedy and Marie Renstrom getting material and romantic at¬ mosphere for a novel they were writing; that in the Mongolian desert I happened z meet Frank Van Zant, who was now a missionary to that country, and through . irections from him met Lyman Pearson in Tokio, Japan. Lyman had written a :ok which made him enougjh money to rest easy the remainder of his life, so he was killing time by traveling. In a fashionable cafe in San Francisco I met Jessie Wyatt, who owned the i .ace. She had; started as a waitress, worked up to her present position. In Hollywood I visited the studios of the film star, Pearl Buckman, who now owned ner own company. She informed me that Elva Landoc was running a school for girls in Georgia and that Faye Gardner had married an Italian count and was living in Venice. Leaving Hollywood I reluctantly turned toward home to write this account f my journey and classmates, which I now humbly submit. “Isn’t it fortunate that all of the above is bunk?”